’Have you been taking the tonic I gave you to put in your tea each morning, Talise.’ She blushed.’No, it tastes nasty. I stopped after my forth ...day here.’ Hamza had her stand and he felt over her belly and between her legs. Frowning at her he had her dry off. ‘My dear, you are will child.’ She paled.’What’? ‘That tonic was to prevent this from happening, Talise. You must learn to do as you are told.’ Talise looked alarmed.’What will happen’? Hazma shrugged.’I will speak to the master. You. So he, the chemistry, geological and geographic departments all got together to work out how to source and then make the metals that Gazza described. Many of the professors and other students had plenty to share after their excursions to locate these minerals over the holidays, so Nat was just as busy as Gazza was.The Periodic table Gazza wrote out for the chemists had them in a tizzy and a lot of work went into finding ways to prove these compounds existed for their own curiosity. He did warn. “Are you still nervous?” Nathan asks. “A little, but I’m also really excited, too,” I say as I pull him over onto me. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pull him toward me to kiss him on the cheek. He turns to kiss me long and slow using firm pressure and gentle tongue action. He carefully balances above me as he ever-so-incredibly-slowly moves his penis inside of me. Suddenly, it feels to me like he is unsure of himself. Performance Anxiety? I wonder to myself. I feel him pushing all. I could not afford to spew, he just might f***e me to eat it. Then the vile comments started. The fucking suits were enjoying my humiliation. ‘Oh It love’s that urinal.’ ‘Kiss that baby.’ ‘What a fucking pig.’ ‘Look at It’s cock, It loves this shit.’ ‘Fucking pig.’ They kept laughing and making disgusting comments about me and that fucking urinal.The shame kept creeping higher and higher.My cock throbbed, my eyes leaked tears and my mouth sucked on that filthy urinal rim. I continued French.